May 1

Gather nuts and hawthorn branches,

Build a fire and pick a posy,

Dance with ribbons ’round the pole,

wash your face in the morning dew.

 

The first of summer has opened its eyes,

the world is fresh and new a-borning,

It’s May, it’s May, the birds all sing,

and the lark flies high this morning!

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About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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